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A new book of poems by Wislawa Szymborska is a rare and exciting event. When Here was published in Poland, reviewers marveled, “How is it that she keeps getting better?” These twenty-seven poems, as rendered by prize-winning translators Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak, are among her greatest ever. Whether writing about her teenage self, microscopic creatures, or the upsides to living on Earth, she remains a virtuoso of form, line, and thought. From the title poem: I can’t speak for elsewhere,but here on Earth we’ve got a fair supply of everything.Here we manufacture chairs and sorrows,scissors, tenderness, transistors, violins, teacups, dams, and quips . . . Like nowhere else, or almost nowhere,you’re given your own torso here,equipped with the accessories requiredfor adding your own children to the rest.Not to mention arms, legs, and astonished head.
Here 3Thoughts That Visit Me on Busy Streets 7An Idea 11Teenager 15Hard Life with Memory 19Microcosmos 23Foraminifera 27Before a Journey 29Divorce 31Assassins 33Exmaple 35Identification 37Nonreading 39Portrait from Memory 41Dreams 45In a Mail Coach 49Ella in Heaven 53Vermeer 55Metaphysics 57Absence 59Highway Accident 63The Day After---Without Us 65An Occurrence 67An Interview with Atropos 71Greek Statue 77Labyrinth 79In Fact Every Poem 83
